Freezing and bright gray
Still January morning.
The plants are sleeping.
Large car swishes past
With a long exhalation
Of its motor breath.
Deep in the dark barn
Two cows huddle in the cold
Without a complaint.
Roadside birds scramble,
Rising swiftly to the bush-
Return to the road.
Above the swift stream
Icicles are forming--
Below--waters stream.
In the mirrored stream
Sky is spreading tree limbs--
Earth is in the air.
Like a large slingshot
Tree holds its neighbor
In its wooden sights.
Cornucopia
With its gift still and frozen--
Ice has filled the pipe.
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